For once, for twice, I found my knife,
And drew across my tragic life
To paint it all a vivid, flowing red.
But mists will clear, you'll find me here,
with wounds and scars too faded to be seen.
I've fooled you once, I've fooled you twice,
I may have even fooled you thrice,
And all the while the pain you saw
Was tortured and ungodly raw,
I pulled it all from deep within my soul.
And as you saw the blood pour out,
My thoughts and senses drowned your doubt,
And though it all was fake, I felt it still.
Too bad, too late, I drew my fate,
With tales of knives and ****** damaged flesh.
My sore regret is all that's mine,
As all the others start to shine,
I had your gaze but now it's gone for good.
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 8:27 AM UTC
For once, for twice, I found my knife,
And drew across my tragic life
To paint it all a vivid, flowing red.
But mists will clear, you'll find me here,
with wounds and scars too faded to be seen.
I've fooled you once, I've fooled you twice,
I may have even fooled you thrice,
And all the while the pain you saw
Was tortured and ungodly raw,
I pulled it all from deep within my soul.
And as you saw the blood pour out,
My thoughts and senses drowned your doubt,
And though it all was fake, I felt it still.
Too bad, too late, I drew my fate,
With tales of knives and ****** damaged flesh.
My sore regret is all that's mine,
As all the others start to shine,
I had your gaze but now it's gone for good.